Grass and More Grass!

 Grass and More Grass!

 

Dear Hearts, grass grows so fast that even cows could not keep it down up here on Dickerson Hill. Stephen brought a couple of teenagers over today. They put my new electric (battery operated) lawn mower together. After charging up the two batteries, yours truly went out to the side lot to try it out. Works like a champ and is light weight to boot! Meanwhile, the boys got out front and started pulling up the grass in the front flower bed where the old woman had given up the other day. They may or may not have pulled a few blue bonnets or poppies, but worse things have happened. After it rains this Thursday, we may find it easier to pull more grass as it comes up.

 

Still have not gone to TSC to pick up more diatomaceous earth. Just don’t really feel like getting out. Thinking that getting older means that a body can work or not work at the things that are a bit unnecessary. Some things are essential, but getting to the store is not all that much fun. Let’s all say hooray for grocery delivery and such as that. Meals are different for some folks. Patty doesn’t cook unless she is really feeling pretty good. She has some meals delivered. The old woman has some of those things that come in boxes and stay in the deep freeze until the notion strikes. Have not so far ordered any food to be brought to the house. Not even pizza.

 

Want to see if Wichita Valley green house has what I would like to have for color out front. Love old-fashioned petunias and the peppermint smell, but those are not the type sold around here in the nurseries. They have those hybrid things that ruffle and do not produce the seeds. Think if anyone will have the real things, the guy at Wichita Valley will have them. They also have red honeysuckle. Love that stuff almost as much as the humming birds do.

 

The little black chicks are getting so much bigger. If they keep this up, they will be bigger than the Marans or the Black-laced Wyandottes. One of the reasons it is wise not to go by TSC right now is the big tubs of baby chicks. Really have to think about this stuff. Do NOT need six more baby chicks! And it is SO tempting!

 

Thompson just spit out his piece of cheese stick. He WILL eat it to keep Sylvia from getting it, but he is not really in the mood for cheese, thank you very much. Weird dog. He prefers that his be pulled out as a stringy thing. Oh well. Good thing my grands never lived that close to us years ago. Between the two of us, Lewis would have had those kids spoiled rotten. They would have been head to toe dirt following me around. Playing in the dirt was my favorite thing to do with our kids.

 

Just a wee bit concerned about my apricot trees. Thinking bores may have already killed one and not too sure about the other. For the past few years, they have not had a chance to produce much of anything. Either frost or something has taken the blooms or the fruit. These are the kind that come from out of state where they grow such things easily. We had some Texas natural grown natives years ago. Boy! They had the most tart apricots a person could ask for, and they produced by the buckets! When Jennifer was on the way, Grandmother Pollard came to stay with us and was out front giving away apricots! No way could the two of us have ever canned or frozen that many apricots! But she thought it was the greatest thing ever to pick those things and give them away! Miss my Grandmother Pollard. She was a sweet lady.

 

Need to call Sterling and ask him what kind of things goes in the propeller to fasten it to my plane. The wind took it off one day this past week. It was the first thing that Stephen noticed and asked about. It makes a lot of noise, but it still pleases me to see it up there whirling around. The other evening the wind fluctuated between 10 to 20 mph according to the weather station on top of my house. Is it any wonder that the propeller came off?

 

Still feeling sorry for the folks out West where it is flooding now and the folks in the East who are under tons of snow. We know it will be our turn soon. Not snow and floods maybe, but Texas stuff. Let’s pray for our nation. Of all the things that the weather can do, some of the things that our politicians are doing will eventually cause more damage. May God bring us to Him softly and not by horrors of war or disease.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.